Neverwinter Forest up in smoke

It was a sweet fantasy. 

Blood roared within her own ears, but she soothed herself as she pictured the faces of Rannoch and of Gannet. They would care most of all in this. She breathed slowly, an ear flick alerting her that though it had all been a dream her mother stood poised before the scene. That much had been true, not concocted of the inner-workings of her mind.

It pained her to see him live and breathe.

To Sorina, she responded: I gave him what he truly deserved when I found him after he fled. A sort of justice had been served. Crude and messy, but justice nonetheless. Titmouse was an idiot to have returned. Her mother had yet to serve her own justice, and a mothers rage was far worse than a sisters. He is yours, she relinquished the reins to @Amekaze, though did not move from her own station until she came. In the meantime, she would like very much to speak with Sorina; she liked her spirit.